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Double Down Saloon

  • Drinking

    Shut Up and Drink: An Oral History of the Double Down Saloon

    By Lissa Townsend Rodgers

    Ass juice and assholes, take a trip down memory lane with the infamous dive bar after 25 years of pure chaos.

  • With the DJ

    Rex Dart Has a Bull’s-eye View

    By Lissa Townsend Rodgers

    Thirteen years in, the DJ celebrates hitting the mark with his Monday night party.

  • The Hit List

    Old-School Punks Take Over Double Down Saloon

    By Ian Caramanzana

    Plus: Author Kirstin Valdez Quade reads "Night at the Fiestas" at Writer's Block, "The Rocky Horror Picture Show" hits the Sci Fi Center stage and "The Book of Mormon" comes to the Smith Center

  • Old Lady in a Mosh Pit

    SquidHat Records Is a Vegas Success Story

    By Lissa Townsend Rodgers

    The homegrown rock label recently celebrated its three-year anniversary with a 10-band blowout at the Double Down.

  • Soundscraper

    Upcoming Shows: Goth-Pop, Serpent Sludge, Psyatic Pain

    By Jarret Keene

    March Violets singer Rosie Garland still boasts a knack for melody and wistful lyrics. Some of you ’80s kids are familiar with the Violets’ ebullient “Turn to the Sky,” featured on the soundtrack to John Hughes’ 1987 masterpiece Some Kind of Wonderful.

  • Music

    Concert Review: The Gashers

    By Danny Axelrod

    It was an outrageous punk-rock birthday bash as SquidHat Records celebrated its one-year anniversary with an extravaganza headlined by the Gashers. The latest incarnation of local legends the Peccadilloes, the Gashers took the stage at 2 a.m. and attempted to whip up the crowd after a series of kick-ass preceding acts (Surrounded by Thieves, Guilty by Association, Candy Warpop and Pet Tigers). They were only moderately successful, however; you know the crowd is waning when the bouncer has to instigate the mosh pit.

  • Concerts

    Double Down Saloon 20th Anniversary party with the Vermin et Al.

    By Geoff Carter

    “Twenty motherfucking years, and we’re still here!” announced the Vermin’s guitarist Dirk Vermin from the tiny corner stage—the same corner where scores of punk and garage bands, from the Demolition Doll Rods to Man Or Astro-man?, have played without a cover charge since November 1992. And this being a Double Down show, someone—I think it was drummer Gerry “Turbo” Proctor—immediately dismissed the milestone: “Yeah? Check back next week.”

  • Soundscraper

    Soul-Ska, Country-Rap, Steamrollers

    By Jarret Keene

    In search of the next band to add to its roster, SquidHat Records is holding an open call for submissions on its Facebook page. The Las Vegas music label invites local bands to post their music, along with a note explaining why they should be signed. Deadline is Jan. 1, and the six bands selected will play a two-night showcase (Jan. 25-26) at Double Down Saloon. The show will be headlined by one of SquidHat’s two flagship acts, the Gashers or the Dirty Panties.

  • Cocktail Culture

    Vegas Knockout

    By Xania V. Woodman

    When musician, author and Double Down Saloon owner P Moss published his second novel in September, Vegas Knockout: A Novel in Stories, about the biggest boxing match ever to come to Las Vegas, he commissioned a shot be created in its honor. “He insisted that it had to be red and pack a punch,” says Double Down Saloon partner Chris Andrasfay. Sounds simple enough. “Making drinks does not have to be a complicated science,” he says.

  • Music

    Double Decade

    By Jarret Keene

    Double Down Saloon is 20 years old? Damn, that’s a lot of Ass Juice. And on Nov. 22-25, it’s also a ton of live music. Four nights, in fact, featuring international and national acts such as the straight-outta-Japan, retro-rock trio The Heiz (10 p.m. Nov. 23-24) and Seattle’s Boss Martians (10 p.m. Nov. 24). Eight great local bands will also perform, including the Nines (10 p.m. Nov. 22) and Vegas punk stalwarts The Vermin (Nov. 24). Don’t miss Bloodcocks R Us (Nov.

  • Soundscraper

    Knockout punk, country new wave, lifeguard folk

    By Jarret Keene

    It’s a literary week for your friendly neighborhood Soundscraper.

  • Soundscraper

    Celebrate July 4th with an underground rock show

    By Jarret Keene

    In high school, I never excelled at American history, though I was gifted at reciting production credits on every significant rock album made between 1969 and 1990. Nothing has changed since then, which means I can’t say for sure if the Fourth of July is meant to celebrate the signing of the Declaration of Independence. Whatever, it’s too hot to grill in my Black Flag T-shirt, so if you’re like me, then here are some entertainment alternatives to burning hot dogs and watching TV.

  • Soundscraper

    Royal vermin, silent comedians, metal puppetry

    By Jarret Keene

    The Royal House entertainment director Ryan Pardey (who also fronts my favorite indie-rock band, Halloween Town) apologized to me for asking punk bands to turn down their amps last month. See, because of noise levels, which can affect the nearby front desk, punk and metal are mostly verboten at The Royal. But The Vermin (of all groups!) ended up headlining a show for the first and likely only time. Can’t say I blame the Royal House for wishing to maintain its standing as Vegas’ top indie-rock nook.

  • Concerts

    Unit F

    By Agnes Poliquin

    It takes a lot to keep me awake past midnight. And when punk rockers Unit F, led by the only remaining original member, Mel Schantz, took the stage at 1:30 a.m., I wasn’t sure how long I’d last. Every fan was wide-awake, though, as the socio/political band (their motto reads “War is the enemy of the human race”) offered screaming vocals and driving instrumentals for more than an hour. The Orange County, Calif.-based quintet played both new and old music, as they are working on a new album.

  • Soundscraper

    Superhero rap, stoner glam, Sinatra worship

    By Jarret Keene

    THIS WEEK'S LIVE-MUSIC offerings somehow combine three of my favorite things in life—comic books, psyche-metal and Ol’ Blue Eyes. Now if only there were a Werner Herzog film festival playing somewhere in town...

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